After we’d settled back into the routine, Joy held me to a promise that tied into the new interior; she asked that I give her an early birthday present to finish off the galley, a new Eno brand propane stove. After all, ours was nearly 30 years old, and who has a 30 year old stove in their home? So we negotiated a super deal on the new stove with Risa Hall, the general manager of the Trinidad Budget Marine store, a good friend, and the lady who as much as anyone, convinced us to sail to Trinidad in the first place. It’s really nice to have such a good friend.
I’d started keeping an eye on the weather, watching for a break in the relentless strong trades. Weeks of 25 knot winds and more had built up very large seas in the open water between Trinidad and Grenada, and as I mentioned earlier, everyone was staying put. But finally, we saw a break coming, and moved into passage mode. We cleared Customs on January 31, and left the dock in company with Jim and Pat on the Morgan 43, “Mirus”. We both anchored in Scotland Bay off the Boca del Monos for the night, readying for an early morning departure at 04:00.
Our sail north to Grenada was, to say the least, lumpy. While the seas were down in the 4 to 6 foot range, there seemed to be no order or rhythm to their march westward. There was no way to settle into a comfortable motion, and the trip was one of the most uncomfortable we’ve ever taken. No way to know these things based on the forecasts. We arrived safely though, anchoring late in the day in Prickly Bay Grenada.